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Chapter 26: "Live From Our Studio"
John held up the white thong and cocked one black eyebrow in a skeptical look. "Really?"
Big Dave shrugged as he finished drying off; goosebumps raced over his skin from the cool air in his bedroom. "He's the boss." He picked up the red jock Derrick's note had told him to wear; it was bigger than John's, but so was his dick. When they got hard they both would barely be contained. Just thinking about what their top had planned for them was already getting him chubbing up; he quickly slipped into the rough cotton pouch while he still could.
John had done the same, the outline of his cut head clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric. When he'd stopped by the house after work last night Derrick had let him suck his cock a little, then played with his ass before sending him home dripping and frustrated, with instructions to come back on Valentine's day itself. In the shower Dave had told him a similar story: Derrick had eaten him out long enough to get the big blond begging, then left him hanging. John hoped the stocky dom hadn't finished himself off afterwards: whatever load(s) Derrick was going to drop, the campus cop wanted to be there for. He idly rubbed his palm over his crotch, thinking about it. "Whadya think he's gonna do?"
Dave glanced over at the chair Derrick had set up next to his weight rack. The one with the opening in the seat that had a mottled blue and silver dildo protruding from it. "I dunno. But...Halloween?" Gabe wasn't around, having patched things up with Chrissy, but maybe something like it...the thought of it made his ass twitch. Derrick couldn't get his dick in there soon enough as far as Dave was concerned: over the last few months he'd slowly lost most of his interest in doing the fucking. Not completely--he'd loved pounding Chris's tight hole right after break--but these days getting his hole filled was what got him going most of the time. Derrick could boss him around all he wanted, as long as it ended with Dave getting ridden good and hard. His dick swelled at the thought; it was a good thing he'd already gotten settled into that jock.
"That'd be hot," John said, breaking into Dave's thoughts. The military fantasy had been the first time he'd tried any role play; it'd really opened him up to some other possibilities. Like getting fucked in front of a group of strangers... "Probably not, I guess. This isn't really army gear." He pulled on the set of small angel wings that were attached to a harness, and held up the half-face wrestler's mask with its own tiny wings and hearts over the eyes embroidered on it.
"Guess not," Dave chuckled as he slipped on his own devil half-mask, leaving his mouth and blond-stubbled jaw exposed.
"Hot though." John eyed Dave's big frame up and down before slipping on his mask.
"Sure is." Dave stepped close to the dark-haired cop and traced a finger over his package, following the ridge of his head where it pressed against the silky fabric. John sucked in his breath but didn't move away, even as the white bulge grew.
"Don't you two look nice. Naughty and nice, even," Derrick said as he sauntered into the room. He was wearing nothing but a pair of low-rise jeans, his starburst tattoo standing out on one well-muscled pec; the other two men felt their cocks stiffen further at the sight. Derrick walked up and cupped them, one in each hand, and his blocky face got a wicked look. "Mmmhmm...real naughty," he squeezed Dave's rough cotton pouch firmly, until the ex-football player gave a low grunt. "And very nice..." His thumb rubbed up and down over John's pouch, lightly stroking, until the cop was rock-hard; his pouch was pushed out far enough for Derrick to clearly see his trimmed black bush. Still squeezing Dave, Derrick leaned in and slid his tongue briefly into John's mouth. "Ready to have some fun?" he growled.
"Yes sir," John breathed. He could already feel his asshole quivering in anticipation.
Derrick leaned the other way and tugged on Dave's earlobe with his teeth. "How 'bout you, big boy?" His tongue darted into the big blond's ear, making him suck in his breath.
"Yeah," he said hoarsely, "fuck yeah." He pressed his crotch against Derrick's hand; he could tell he was leaking a little already. When Derrick gave him a squeeze he groaned.
"You sound horny as fuck," Derrick murmured in his ear; his warm breath send goosebumps down Dave's broad back.
"Uh huh," Dave replied weakly. He rubbed his hands over Derrick's bare back, feeling the muscles flex. "Really horny...sir." He hadn't planned to let that last bit slip out, but last night it'd been the magic word that got Derrick's tongue to finally stop tickling his pucker and start pushing into him for real. He'd still left frustrated and horny as fuck, but if it got Derrick's engine going enough...his ass quivered at the memory, and the hope that tonight he'd get more.
"Mmm...I guess you are." Derrick grinned in satisfaction and let a couple of fingers slide down to tease the big blonde's taint. "Let's see if you can behave enough to earn your reward tonight. And you--" The winged cop had one hand on his back with Dave's, while the other was doing very nice things to the crotch of his jeans. Derrick turned to the left and slid his tongue into the square-jawed angel's mouth; it opened eagerly. "I've got something for you too," he said, once they broke their kiss.
John's pupils were dilated behind his mask. "Yes sir," he whispered hoarsely. "Fuck me."
Derrick's mouth twisted in satisfaction. "Don't worry boys, all in good time." He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a piece of heavy fabric the other two hadn't noticed was tucked in there, then pulled it over his head. It was a red-and-white lucha libre mask that covered his features completely. The other two stared at him uncertainly, not sure where this was going but eager to proceed.
"You two stay right there while I get things ready." Derrick flashed white teeth, then began fishing under Dave's big bed. "Don't be shy," he said as he knelt on the floor, "swap some spit for me. Keep me horny."
The two bottoms didn't need any encouragement. They'd gotten off together so many times they knew very well what the other one liked, not to mention what Derrick did. So John's mouth opened instantly when Dave leaned in forcefully to feed him his tongue, just as Dave's tender hole fluttered, then opened at the touch of John's fingertip grazing its wrinkled surface. They both sighed as they ground their crotches together, careful not to pull their own masks off.
Derrick eyed them as he fished out the items he'd stashed the other day, enjoying the sight of the two hot guys making out. Hard to believe that six months ago neither one had even thought of sucking dick, let alone begging to get fucked, and now...even the government douche bag supervising the CUY project had to admit that Derrick and James were "probably" on to something. And now that Cal and his little friend were starting to come around nicely Derrick was feeling good about that whole situation; he could practically smell the bonus payout coming his way. And if it helped in "asset recruitment," hey--win-win for everyone, go USA, etc.
Speaking of win-wins...the guys hadn't paid much attention when he'd pulled out a butt plug; the Mark 4 dildo sticking up from the chair had tipped them off that they'd be seeing that thing in action again. But they did break off their makeout session (God they were making his cock drip) when he pulled out the video camera, tripod, and laptop. Dave's blond-furred arm was around John's smooth waist, and Derrick was happy to see the dark-haired cop already had a finger or two teasing Dave's meaty ass, if not poking at his hole. Good: he'd need some warming up to take the Mark 4 at it's Max setting, even with the regular poundings Derrick threw his way. This wasn't the time for the question he could see forming on Dave's face though.
"Dave, get that tongue on John Boy's nips. I want 'em good and stiff when I'm ready." Derrick had put some of that green goo on there mostly out of curiosity they day he'd broken John in, not really expecting anything, but it seemed to have done something: the cop loved nipple play, and he said he really hadn't that much before. Maybe Derrick should have him get them pierced like Greg: the redhead sure had enjoyed it....
Derrick shook his head to clear the images of the submissive triathlete. He missed their slutty adventures since Greg had graduated last year, but he was about to have another one with a couple of well-trained studs. Time to focus. The laptop was hooked up and getting video just fine, the app was connected to the server and ready to go, and...there: a little adjustment and the camera was set up to capture everything. Too bad they only had the one, but a legit cameraman would spoil the mood. And of course there was no way he was letting the spooks set up a comprehensive monitoring system like they'd done for the CUY subjects. Derrick checked the depth of focus one last time: the straps on the weight rack looked just as good as Dave's tongue sliding over John's nipple; he could even make out the goosebumps appearing on the cops arm when Dave bit down lightly. Derrick gave himself a good squeeze at the sight. Fuuuuck yeah.... He hit Start on the laptop and stood up: go time. His dick felt like it was ready to explode already. Fuck flowers and chocolate: dick and ass was what he wanted on Valentine's Day.
John bit his lower lip as Dave's teeth grazed his other nipple; it felt like they were wired to his cock and ass, the ache from all three driving him crazy. So was the thought of what Derrick had planned next: Derrick had fucked him in front of the window a couple of times, but they had to be careful what people could actually see: if anyone actually made a complaint he'd be royally fucked, and not in the way he liked. So they hadn't had a repeat of the night he'd ridden the stocky jock in front of the sidewalk crowd. But now Derrick had set up that camera...and they were all wearing masks...God, if that's what the top was thinking... "Unnnhh..." He ground his jock against the bulge in Dave's.
Derrick circled behind him and bit his earlobe, and John shivered. "You getting good and hot?"
John nodded. "Aaahuh..." he breathed. Derrick's hand gripped one ass cheek, pulling it apart; a hint of what was coming. His hole ached in a way he never could've imagined six months ago, before Derrick showed him what he really liked.
"How about you, naughty boy?"
Dave straightened up from his nipple work and grinned at the lucha libre mask. He never started as vocal as John, but as the rest of the house (and a few neighbors) knew, once he got into it he could really cut loose. And he was pretty sure tonight was going to be one of those nights: he could feel his hard-on straining against the jock, and knew it was already good and damp. "You know it, D--"
Derrick surprised him by leaning in for a hard kiss before he could finish his sentence. "Hold that thought." His arm went around Dave's waist, then turned him and John so they were facing the camera. "Tonight we've got some folks watching us. They want to see what we get up to, and I've seen some pics--they're fuckin' hot: tight bodies, thick cocks, the works. I told them I thought you might be up for that. Whadya think, naughty boy? You wanna drop a load or two while some hot guys watch?" As he'd talked Derrick's hand had drifted lower, middle finger tracing a path through the blond hair in Dave's crack. "Do you?" The fingertip grazed his taint, tickling, and Dave felt his eyelids flutter.
"Yeah," he croaked, "yeah." Part of the reason he was loud during sex was it kind of turned him on, knowing other people knew he was busting a nut. Also, Derrick (and John) did things to him that made him crazy--even more lately. But the showing off was cool too. Doing it for a camera was kind of a big step, but with the masks, who would ever know it was him?
"Thought so," Derrick said with a smirk and licked the side of his neck, fast. Dave shivered.
"I know what your answer is, show-off," he said to John. "You've been bugging me to bang you in front of a crowd for weeks now."
"Yeah," John gasped, and nodded jerkily. Dave could see the flush spreading across the cop's neck and shoulders as the situation sank in.
"And," Derrick growled in that sexy take-charge voice Dave fuckin' loved, "they paid me for it. So technically you two are whores now. My whores. Sexy." His teeth pulled on John's earlobe, and the cop let out a short groan. "Whores." He repeated his move on Dave's left ear, and the big jock let out a moan of his own.
Oh shit, he thought, he's got me going already and he's barely touched my cock. Or ass. Their housemate had known exactly what he was doing when he'd gotten them both all fired up before leaving them hanging. Fuckin' tease...Dave widened his stance a bit to give the fingertip a little more access to his taint. Or better yet, his hole.
"Yeah, that's it...show 'em what a good show you can put on." Derrick nipped his earlobe again, then turned to the camera. "So these are my two boys. Nice Boy," he nodded at John, "and Naughty Boy," nod to Dave. "You two, call me Sir. Got that?" His hand squeezed Dave's ass cheek hard, making him jump.
"Yes Sir," Dave said, John right behind him. So this wasn't going to be so different from the Halloween fun time...he could roll with that. Yeah, he could _definitely roll with that. It was hot as fuck, these mind games with Derrick ordering him around, and the stocky fucker knew what he was doing: Dave was having the best sex of his life letting Derrick take charge. He inched his legs apart a little bit more, hoping Derrick would take the hint. He didn't want to appear too thirsty, but his ass could use a little attention.
"Gettin' a little frisky there, Naughty Boy?" So Derrick had noticed. Well, it figured. Dave nodded. "What's that?" Derrick's hand let go of Dave's ass to cup one ear. "I didn't quite hear you."
"Yes," Dave licked his lips, "yes Sir." Something about saying it out loud like that was really getting to him. The thought of the hoops Derrick was going to make him jump through....
"You want me to play with your ass, don't you, Naughty Boy?"
"Yes Sir," Dave answered. He couldn't keep a hungry note out of his voice, not with the memory of all those edging sessions he'd been through at Derrick's hands.
"Then hands behind your head and legs spread; you know the drill." Dave hurried to obey. The faster he did, the faster he could...well, maybe not get off right away, but definitely enjoy himself.
"Good boy. Nice boy, you too: assume the position." John hopped to it.
"See what good boys I have here?" Derrick said to the camera. "You can see why I like fuckin' 'em. Hot little sluts. Naughty boy, tell the camera what gets you off."
Dave eyed the camera uncomfortably. Derrick knew damn well what he liked, and vice versa; they'd done all that and more dozens of times now. But he'd never said it out loud; it felt like crossing some sort of line. His dick didn't care though, and it was in the driver's seat now. "I like getting my dick sucked," he started.
"Everyone does," Derrick said dismissively. "Tell 'em what makes you extra hot. Go on," he pinched Dave's left nipple firmly between two fingers and began twisting. "Say it. Make me hot."
Between the nipple play and the thought of Derrick naked and hard Dave's resistance vanished. "I love it when you tease me...when you run your fingers or your tongue or something else over my cock and balls while I'm helpless. I get so fuckin' hot when you play with my hole...I need to get fucked in the worst way, but you just run your fingertip around it until I wanna scream, and when you finally slam your cock into me half the time I come right away I'm so turned on. I wanna get fucked right now." Dave turned to look at the jock rubbing his nipple. "Sir." He saw Derrick's eyes widen slightly, and knew he'd get the railing he wanted. Eventually.
Derrick swatted him on the ass. "Good boy." He pulled a half-empty white tube out of his pocket.
Yes! Thought Dave. Finger me....
Dave's face was mostly hidden, but John could see the disappointed grimace he made when, after squeezing a healthy glob of orange gel on one finger, Derrick turned his back to him and moved to stand slightly behind the cop. "We haven't heard from you yet, Nice Boy. Are you really that nice, or do you just pretend to be?" With the skill of long practice Derrick spread John's cheeks slightly with two fingers, while the slippery middle one found his hole and began massaging. Just the edges, but John already could feel his knees trembling.
"Uhhnnn..." the noise just came out. It'd been a struggle to keep from jerking off since last night, and now all that repressed lust was back with a vengeance. He could practically taste Derrick's cock again.
"Uh huh. Look at him, guys," Derrick nodded to the camera. "He acts all goody-goody when he's out drinking with his buds, a regular Mr. Vanilla, but I just touched his hole and look what it did to him. Got you aaaalll hot and bothered, didn't it, 'Nice Boy?'"
"Yes," John croaked. He could imagine the guys on the other end of the camera feed, sitting in their chairs and lying on their beds, legs spread, cocks in their hands, playing with themselves as they watched him. His cock was dripping steadily now, and he didn't have to look down to know the sheer white jockstrap was soaked through. "I'm so fuckin' horny, sir. I love you playing with my hole." Derrick's finger slid in to the first knuckle, encouraging. "Uhunnnh...I love that."
"You liked it ever since I took your cherry, don't you?" The second knuckle was in, and John was barely aware of the look of envy Dave was shooting him.
"Yeeesss...your cock felt so good...." The cop pushed back onto Derrick's finger, remembering.
"Tell them about your favorite time," Derrick prodded. A second finger was poised to join the first, if he did well.
John could already feel the warmth from the lube spreading through his ass and into his whole body, leaving him putty in Derrick's hands. Those strong hands. "You fucked me so good Sir, right in the window...you made me come in front of those people...unhhh...." The second finger met almost no resistance; he knew how to open up.
"Yeah, you did, didn't you? And tonight I'm gonna fuck you again, in front of all those guys watching. You want that?" Derrick's voice was a mix of command and anticipation.
"Yeah, do it. Fuck my brains out while they watch." John ground his hips and licked his lips. "Fuck me good, sir." He could already feel his balls starting to tighten--he couldn't wait for the real thing. But he wasn't surprised when Derrick's fingers pulled out; he never let them get off that quickly, unless it was by accident. And Derrick had gotten really good at preventing accidents.
Derrick smirked as he slid his fingers out of John's ass; he'd felt the big cop's ring tremble as he did, and knew what it meant. But he had other ideas first. "Naughty Boy look a little thirsty to you?" he asked. The mask hid Dave's facial expression pretty well, but the way his red jock had pushed out it wasn't hard to guess what he was thinking.
"Uh huh," John nodded.
"Yeah, I thought so too." He handed the lube to John; he'd forgotten the serial number for this formulation, but he knew what its effects were, both short- and long-term. "Get him good and lubed up--_slowly and gently," he emphasized "--while I give him something to think about."
"Yes sir," John agreed, and squirted a generous portion on two fingers as he moved behind the massive blond.
Derrick stood in front of him; he'd angled the camera so it could still catch most of what he was doing. He put his hands on Dave's lightly furred pecs, running the fingertips over his Gemini tat before brushing the stiff pink nipples. He could feel the man's muscles trembling slightly, and when John's finger brushed his hole he sucked in a slight breath. Derrick grabbed the nipples and began rolling them between his fingers. John's were more sensitive but Dave's were far from numb, especially when the sensations were paired with those coming from his ass. Neither one of them said anything, but Dave's trembling increased as John's finger eased rhythmically in and out. His nips grew rock hard, and when Derrick gave them a more aggressive pinch he whimpered briefly and bit his lower lip. Derrick looked down: the ex-football player's jock was pushed so far out he could see the root of his massive cock through the gap in the waistband. His mouth watered at the sight.
He leaned in and took Dave's right nipple in his mouth, while his left hand cupped the rough fabric of the bulging jock. The entire area around the massive head was wet as he'd expected--one side effect of using the new lube for several weeks, and one Derrick loved. He ran his palm lightly over the front and Dave whimpered, pressing into him instinctively. John leaned in and licked the side of Dave's neck, probably while fingering him more deeply, and Dave gave up trying to hold his position. He moaned and reached back with his left arm to circle John's head, while his right hand pulled Derrick's face against his pec.
Derrick smiled to himself and began licking his way down. He could smell the mix of musk and precum wafting from Dave's crotch, and he wasn't going to wait anymore for a taste. Soon enough he was on his knees, lapping slowly at the red fabric in front of him. The sweet taste of precum hit him like always, making his dick jump in his damp jeans. He was tempted to start jerking it right then, but forced himself to wait a little while; he settled a quick squeeze instead. "How's he doing Nice Boy? You being nice to his hole?"
John paused from tonguing Dave's ear. "Yes Sir, real nice." As submissive as John had become when it came to his own asshole, he loved teasing and edging Dave almost as much as Derrick did. Derrick had no doubt he was doing a good job. "Should I put another finger in?"
"Please," Dave said hoarsely, "it feels so fuckin' good...so nice.... Aaaahhhh!..." he moaned weakly.
That'd be the other finger, Derrick thought. He couldn't resist anymore: he pulled the pouch partway down and began licking the base of Dave's shaft while the rest stayed trapped. Fuck yeah, he thought as he buried his nose in the nest of blond pubes, this is the shit. He continued inching the jock down, lapping the fat shaft as more of it was exposed, closer and closer to the juicy head; the smell and taste and feel almost made him dizzy.
Finally the monster popped free, hard enough to slap Dave in the belly. Clear slime covered the head, and Derrick wasted no time in pressing his lips to the tip to suckle while his hand held the massive 8" shaft in place. Slowly, careful not to give Dave an excuse to come, he let the glans slide into his mouth. He knew he was playing with fire, but was counting on John not to overdue it on his side. And he just couldn't resist that taste, especially when a fresh trickle of juice leaked onto his tongue.
"Ooooohhhhh.....Jesus yes!" Dave's hands went to the back of Derrick's head, and he knew that was enough: another few seconds and he was going to get a lot more than a trickle of Dave's ball juice. Not yet.... He pulled off the knob and stood up, leaving the big stud panting as he pushed his ass back against John's fingers like a bitch in heat. The sight was hot as fuck.
"That's enough for you: don't want you getting too naughty on me," Derrick said, standing up. "Why don't you show everyone what you like to do when you're good and horny?" He put one hand on Dave's shoulder and pushed. The blond didn't need any encouragement, but fell to his knees and popped open Derrick's jeans. Within seconds the burly blond was swinging from his dick, grunting enthusiastically. Derrick sighed in appreciation as his dick disappeared down Dave's throat. "You too," he said and pushed John down, "I've got a nice load for you, boy."
"Yes Sir." John looked up at him briefly, then knelt and began tonguing his balls enthusiastically. Dave moved over to give him more room, and soon Derrick was engulfed in slick warmth: his shaft sliding in and out of Dave's mouth, while John's enveloped his ball sack.
"Aw fuck," he breathed. Damn if his guys didn't know how to give head; he barely had to guide them around to do what he wanted. The pleasure in his cock was growing and growing as Dave sucked him down, increased further by John's tongue tugging on his nads. "Unnhhh...good boys," he groaned; he could feel his legs starting to tremble. As if he'd given a signal the two of them swapped positions, with Dave mouthing his balls while John slurped down his shaft. For all that Dave's massive hard on showed how horny he was, it was the cop whose suction made him groan. Must be those cameras, Derrick had time to think, and then John's tongue and lips swirled furiously over his helmet ridge and he was coming. "Ah fuck! Take it J--take it boy!" His hips jerked forward as he spurted into the cop's hungry mouth; not a drop leaked out as his balls drained. Dave growled in satisfaction as his lips squeezed more juice out of Derrick's nut. The big guy wouldn't say it, but Derrick could see how it turned him on getting Derrick off. The big jock had learned a lot about servicing his roommate's needs over the last few months, and Derrick was going to miss the well-trained stud when he graduated. At least John wasn't going anywhere, he thought. That mouth and ass...he groaned one last time as he finished coming, then stood there while John cleaned the last of his spunk up. When he started shuddering the two of them let him go: they knew the signs he was getting too sensitive to enjoy any more oral attention.
He took a deep, satisfied breath, and smiled at the two jocks kneeling at his feet. "Such good boys..." He slid a thumb into John's mouth. "Such a good cock-sucker..." John closed his eyes and tongued the digit. He put his other fingers under Dave's chin, caressing the light stubble; Dave looked up expectantly. "So hot...time for you to get a reward."
Dave shivered as Derrick ran his thumb across his lips; he could still taste the precum that'd leaked onto his tongue. He wished he'd had a chance to share the ripped stud's load with John, but it wasn't like this would be his last chance. And Derrick was going to play with him now...how long would he get edged this time? His imagination spun out all the possible ways Derrick might tease him, and he felt a droplet of precum leaking out; his dick practically hurt it was so hard. A warm glow filled his ass where Derrick had lubed his hole, and he knew from experience how sensitive it would be; he was light-headed just thinking about being touched there. "Do me," he whispered. "Do me, Sir." Derrick smiled that wolf-grin of his, pale blue eyes boring into his, and Dave shivered again.
"Stand up, boys," Derrick commanded, and Dave got to his feet, enjoying the relief from getting his knees off the hardwood floor. What would it be? He wondered. The rack, or?...
"Naughty Boy, show the guys watching how hard you get sucking my dick." Dave faced the camera and flexed his cock. He knew he was big, and it was hot showing off, especially when he was horned up like this. He pulled the red pouch under his balls to let his whole package jut out, flushed and slick. John stood to one side a little uncertainly, while Derrick pressed up behind him, his chest warm against Dave's bare back while his spit-covered cock, mostly soft, brushed his ass crack. His rough hands, calloused from weight lifting, slid around Dave's waist and gripped the football players mitts.
The touch was intoxicating; Dave loved it. "You've got me hard as a rock, Sir." He flexed his dick again and looked back over his shoulder. "See?"
"Mhmm." From where he was standing Derrick couldn't see of course: Dave was too big. But he knew damn well the state Dave was in. "Now tell everyone watching what you really like, even more than sucking dick." His tongue traced a path from one shoulder blade to the other and Dave sucked in his breath. "Tell 'em."
"Ahhh..." It was hard concentrating with Derrick's mouth moving over him. "Ahh, getting edged, Sir. When you or, or Nice Boy play with my nipples and cock, or tickle my balls...I love it when you tease me until my cock is ready to blow." Derrick's hands had begun gliding over his abs, pinky fingers occasionally brushing his bush; from time to time he'd tease Dave's belly button like it was a tiny asshole. "Oh God, that's so fuckin' hot...." He could feel his whole body coming alive, his skin getting sensitive everywhere.
"How about your ass, you like it when I play with that?"
"Yes Sir, yes, your finger in my hole, not touching me anywhere else, just rubbing and teasing me...." Dave remembered one of their sessions a couple of weeks ago when Derrick had strapped him spread-eagled on the bed and done just that while he'd watched the Chargers game. It'd driven Dave fucking nuts: Derrick had never gone beyond the first knuckle, never tried to add a second finger. Barely even looked at him. Just the warm glow and the nonstop slick tickling...helpless to resist whatever Derrick wanted to do to him...by the time Derrick had mounted him during halftime he'd nearly been in tears from desperation, and he'd come the moment the burly top had wrapped one paw around his cock. Remembering that made Dave aware of how empty he was. "Please play with my ass," he begged.
"I think I will," Derrick said, and let one finger lightly graze him there before he moved out from behind him. "Nice Boy, help him out of that jock; he won't need it anymore. And don't use your hands."
"Yes Sir," John chirped, and dropped to his knees. Dave was already shaky with anticipation--wondering what was coming next was one of the hottest parts about fooling around with Derrick. That, and knowing he couldn't stop it. He shivered as John's warm breath hit his crotch, then rumbled in approval as the white-masked cop's teeth grabbed the elastic and began pulling it down, chin and cheeks bumping Dave's shaft as he did. He bit his lip as John ran his closed lips up and down it once, breathing in deeply as he did, but that was all he got: John was almost as bad as Derrick at teasing him. Not that he didn't return the favor when the community relations officer was strapped up and at his mercy. He licked his lips briefly, thinking about some possibilities as John worked the jock down far enough for it to fall to the floor.
"Good job, Nice Boy." Derrick turned to the camera. "Hope you guys are enjoying the show so far. Don't nut yet though: Naughty Boy here is a long way from shooting his load."
Dave realized that while he'd been distracted Derrick had grabbed a bottle of lube and had drizzled it generously over the dildo; it glistened in the room lights. It didn't look like a real dick, but it was the size of one and had a definite bulge at the head that Dave knew would feel great up in his guts. And then there were the electronic enhancements that Derrick's toys came with...he didn't know where his roommate got this stuff exactly, but Dave never complained when he brought one out. He licked his lips again.
"That's right. See how hungry he is guys? Look at him: we've barely touched him and he's hard as a rock and wet as hell. Get over here Naughty Boy, and sit your ass down on this thing like you want to." Derrick pointed.
"Yes Sir!" Fuck yeah, Dave thought, about time. He kicked off the jock then stood in front of the chair and then began lowering himself while John watched, still on his knees. Derrick helpfully gripped the shaft of the thing and held it steady while Dave moved his hole into position. He grunted with satisfaction when he felt the slick head bump against his pucker, then began to lowering himself. It went in easier than he thought it might: either it wasn't as big as it looked, or, well...he had been spending a lot of time with a dick in his ass lately. He still liked fucking, but--"yeahhhh...fucking good..."--damn if it didn't feel great having a fat shaft sliding up into his hole. He could feel that head glide over his prostate on the way in, just the way he liked. "Uh huhnn..." He closed his eyes for a second as he wiggled his ass around a little, until he was centered over thing. "Ahhh..." he sighed happily. When he opened his eyes Derrick was staring at him with that hungry look again, and Dave felt a little twinge in his cock. He flexed it and watched with satisfaction as Derrick's eyes flicked down for a second. Do me, he thought silently, do me good. Please.
Derrick watched in satisfaction as the beefy blond settled himself on the dildo, a fresh stream of precum running down his massive cock as he filled his hole. The fat shaft was already a deep red, and Derrick couldn't wait for a taste--but not just yet. "Nice Boy, get up and help me get him tied up. You know how." John nodded and hopped up, the wings on his back flexing as he scampered to help Derrick. In a couple of minutes they had the big jock securely fastened in place with padded restraints: ankles cuffed to the chair legs, hands bound behind his back and then fastened to the ankles, and a belt around his waist. Dave still could wiggle some, but he wasn't going anywhere. At least as long as the chair held up...but it had lasted this long, Derrick thought with a shrug; it'd make it through another night of fun. Probably.
Derrick gripped Dave's chin, forcing him to look up. "Comfy?" he asked.
"Yes Sir," Dave replied, "very."
"How about now?" Derrick tapped his wrist--hats off to the tech wizards who'd gotten an app for this thing that worked with his Apple watch. Easy to use too: standard settings like this one, for slow stim that wouldn't get the user off on its own, were just an icon away. The way Dave's eyelids fluttered behind the devil mask as the dildo began to move was very satisfying.
"Ahuuuh...yeeessss..." Dave said in a voice thick with lust.
Derrick watched him grinding his hips as best he could while fresh precum slid down his massive shaft. He'd waited long enough; time to get what he wanted. His own cock was starting to stiffen up again, and he knew he'd be ready to fuck soon. But first--"Nice Boy, you leaking?"
"Yes Sir," John answered. No surprise there: the cop was always dripping, just like the rest of them.
"Feed him your jock." Derrick knew the cop would understand: leave your cock in there, but get the big senior chewing on the fabric and tonguing up that precum.
"Yes Sir," the jock replied, and cupping his hand around Dave's head he pulled him in so his tongue could reach everywhere in his crotch.
"Nice," Derrick commented, then got down on his knees. The smell of masculine musk and precum wafted up to him, and he barely remembered to tap the "embiggen" icon before taking Dave's fat prick into his mouth. The football jock moaned as the dildo swelled in his ass, stretching his hole without increasing its pace. He rocked his hips, and Derrick opened his mouth to take the fat head in just as another trickle of juice leaked from it. Above him, he heard Dave making frantic noises as he chewed hungrily on John's wet pouch. He made a contented "mmmm..." of his own as he slip his lips down Dave's shaft and savored the flavor. Nothing like some fresh nut juice, he thought.
"Fuck that's delicious," Dave panted, then got back to mouthing John's wet silky jock. What he really wanted was underneath the fabric, sliding down his throat like that fuck stick that was working his ass, but it looked like he wasn't going to get that just yet. He ground his ass against the seat of the chair, hoping to get some satisfaction on that end, but the damn machine seemed to be spring loaded or something: it backed off when he pushed, so that no matter how he moved the motion inside his ass stayed the same. He groaned, frustrated: it was way slower than he wanted. Especially since Derrick had done something to make it swell up. John had told him how it'd felt as big as Dave's own monster when it maxed out during their Halloween games, and Dave shuddered at the thought. It was already rubbing him in a way that made his ass ache, especially with that lube in there warming things up, and if (when) it got bigger...he might get off a lot quicker than Derrick had planned. Especially if the dominant top kept up that knob job. He whined as Derrick swirled his tongue around his glans just as the probe slowly raked over his prostate, and mashed his face hungrily into John's crotch. If his hands had been free he would've had that jock strap off in a second, but as it was the best he could do was slip his tongue in the side to lap at the crease where the cop's shaved balls met his thigh. The smell of precum and John's fresh sweat almost made him dizzy; he barely noticed the needy noises he was making. "More!" he grunted.
John twitched as Dave's tongue lapped at every bit of skin it could reach. He knew Derrick didn't want the beefy blond sucking his dick, because they both knew he wouldn't last more than a minute, but Dave was growling and whimpering like a dog with his bone as he pushed his face into John's groin, and pretty soon he was going to get what he wanted: John could already feel his dick shifting to one side, ready to break free. He knew he should back off, but when he put his hands on Dave's masked head he ended up pulling him in tighter. "Ahuh..." he whimpered. That wet tongue felt so good in there.... He could feel another drop of precum leaking out of his piss slit.
The sound must've tipped Derrick off, because the luchador mask in Dave's lap stopped bobbing up and down, and the stocky top turned to assess John's situation. "That's enough of that," he growled, and standing up he yanked on John's jock, tugging him away from Dave's tongue; the two of them let out frustrated sighs. John wasn't surprised, but he was getting pretty desperate: Dave's tongue had gotten his cock good and warmed up for some action, and the gel in his ass was making him hungry for some stimulation back there to match it.
And then he remembered the camera, and who knew how many hot guys jacking it while they watched him; he shivered. He could imagine the feel of Derrick's cock sliding up his ass perfectly, and he wasn't willing to wait any longer. "Fuck me Sir," he said. It was supposed to be more of a command than the whine that came out, but fuck he was desperate.
Derrick must've heard something in his voice, because he just stood up and said "Okay." He was rock-hard again too John noticed, the 7" clipped shaft standing up proud beneath his six-pack and already glistening at the tip. John licked his lips at the sight, and without thinking about it pinched his left nipple. "Let's get you into the rack." John nodded eagerly--at fucking last! He assumed the position: arms up and legs spread; no need for instructions there. Derrick's hands were all over his body while cuffing his wrists, his hardon bumping John's torso as he moved. The cop shivered at the touch, remembering the first time the jock had done this to him. Then Derrick was standing behind him, warm dick loosely resting against John's ass crack. So close...
"My nice little boy looks a little nasty," Derrick commented. "You're a horny little fucker, aren't you." His fingertips trailed over John's rib cage, then followed the straps on his jock until they met at the pouch, where they lightly danced over the sticky fabric.
"Nunhh...yeeesss..." John sighed as Derrick caressed him. His adrenaline was making him start to shake, and his cock ached inside the pouch.
"Why don't you tell everyone watching what you want, Nice Boy?" Derrick's fingers dipped under the waistband, rubbing and pressing the furry base of the cop's dick.
John moaned briefly at the teasing, and half-heard Dave echo with one of his own. No question, Derrick knew how to play them both. "I wanna get fucked," he panted. "I wanna feel your fat cock up my ass, and I want you to ride me until I come. Please Sir, I need your dick in me." He pushed back as much as he could against Derrick's shaft, and felt a thrill when it started rubbing up and down slightly in his crack. Not enough--not nearly enough--but I meant Derrick was looking to pound him good. "Ram me, Sir, ram that dick up my ass!" And hurry, he thought.
"In front of all those guys on line?" Derrick asked in a husky voice.
"Yeah, do it!" John looked right at the camera. "Let me show them how much I love getting fucked hard Sir. Make me shoot my load for all of them!" Images of guys jacking off to him swirled through his head, and John felt himself getting almost frantic. "Fuck me--please, fuck me!"
"Mmm..." Derrick rumbled his approval. "You won't need this then." He hooked his thumbs over the waist band and pulled the jock strap down over John's meaty thighs; the cop eagerly stepped out of the loops. He must've made a good sight, he thought, with nothing but that mask and those little wings on: an angel above and a raging hard-on below. Yeah, Derrick knew him all right. He eagerly moved his ankles when Derrick prodded him to, and when they were strapped in he arched his back: he didn't want the top to have any problem finding his hole. The lube was at maximum strength now, and each time he clenched his sphincter he could feel a trickle of warm pleasure radiate out through his groin. He knew it would last for a good hour or two, and looked forward to getting ridden that whole time. Repeatedly.
But Derrick didn't do that, surprisingly. Instead he carried the soaking jock strap over to Derrick. As John watched Derrick gave his dick a squeeze, wiped the fresh drop of precum on the fabric, then shoved it in Dave's mouth. "Don't let that fall out, Naughty Boy. You know how loud you can get." Derrick tapped on his Apple watch for a few seconds, and suddenly Dave let out a muffled shout. His hips bucked (as much as they could), then slowly relaxed. John remembered his own experience: the probe swelling inside him until he could barely take it, pausing while he adjusted. But once he did...Dave's neck and shoulders slowly unclenched, and his eyes opened inside the mask. Derrick gripped his chin and forced Dave's face up. John saw him nod the smallest bit, and Derrick tapped his wrist again. Dave gave a muffled whimper, and now his ass was grinding down against the chair, not lifting up. John wondered what setting it was at--probably bigger than what he was about to enjoy, but that was fine: Derrick's unit was plenty big enough to do the job, and anyway he wasn't a size queen like Chris. Letting his inner slut out to an audience though... "Fuck me Sir," he said.
Derrick looked up from Dave's lap and it's massive tool. "You're getting a little pushy, boy. That's not very nice."
John swallowed. "Sorry Sir, I'm just--I need it. Bad."
Derrick strolled over until he was behind John again. Now his dick was pressing hard into the cop's crack, crotch fur rubbing his ass cheeks as he began dry-humping. Or at least sticky-humping, John thought. "Yes, like that. Put it in me!" He had a lot less ability to maneuver with his ankles strapped, but he did what he could. It wasn't enough to keep Derrick from pulling away though, until only the tip of his cock was tapping against John's backside.
"In this ass?" John jumped as Derrick slapped his right cheek. It wasn't too hard, but it took him by surprise.
"Yes Sir!"
"This tight, tight ass?" He slapped the other one.
"Yes Sir! Tight for you Sir!" Come on Derrick, he thought. But he had a sinking feeling that thanks to that blow job earlier Derrick had a lot more self-control than he did right then.
"Hmmm...that's too bad. You saw how hard it was for Naughty Boy to take a big ol' dildo up his ass. A nice little boy like you? You don't have a slutty hole like he does. I think I'd better make sure you're ready."
Before John could wonder where Derrick was going with that, he sensed his partner kneeling behind him. A slap on each ass cheek, harder this time, and then Derrick was gripping his glutes, yanking them apart, and his slick tongue was tracing the edges of John's pucker.
"Aaaaah...uuuhhhaa..." The dark-haired jock squeezed his eyes shut as his hypersensitive skin was teased unbearably. Derrick was just using the tip, dancing around the edge of his hole, and even though John knew he was stretched wide open Derrick wasn't taking the bait. "Oh Gawwwwd...please! Please Sir! I'm ready! Ahunnnh...." He trailed off briefly, then jerked as Derrick blew on his moist flesh. When his tongue returned it was closer to the center, circling over the smoother flesh there and doubling the pleasure. Another gasp escaped John's mouth: he couldn't help himself, and didn't want to. He desperately tried to push back into Derrick's face but he had no leverage, and Derrick was just too strong. All he could do was quiver and whimper helplessly while Derrick's tongue circled, teased, and poked, a little deeper each time. God it felt good! And with all those guys watching him.... He opened his eyes and stared at the camera. "Please Sir," he gasped, "I need you to fuck me hard. Show everyone how hot you make me when you take my ass. Make me come for them. Pleeeeease!"
That must've been what Derrick was waiting for, or maybe he was just tired of waiting, because without warning his tongue was deep in John's ass, stubble grinding against his tender skin while the slick muscle prodded at his already-loose ring. "AHHHH!" For a second John thought he might be close to coming: he felt that twinge that told him a glob of semen had just slid up his shaft, and his asshole spasmed around Derrick's tongue. The slick/rough texture lapping inside his hole was almost unbearable; the only thing that would be better would be--"I need your cock Sir! I need it!" he panted. His eyes flew open as Derrick pushed as far in as he could get, and John's eyes popped open, staring into the camera lens. "PLEASE! Fuck me like the little whore I am! AAAaahhh!" His groan trailed off as Derrick withdrew, leaving him panting; he could feel drops of sweat running down from his armpits. Maybe now?...
He sensed Derrick standing behind him. Two more slaps on his ass cheeks mingled with the pleasure he still felt--fuck, that was hot. And then--finally!--the unmistakable feel of a cut dick poking at his hole.
"What are you?" Derrick growled.
"I'm a little whore," John breathed.
Slap. "Louder," Derrick said. "Make sure they all can hear it."
Yes, John thought, see what a slut I am? "I'm a little whore," he repeated.
Another slap--but that head was nestled halfway in now, slipping in as he'd jumped. "Whose little whore?"
"Yours." Derrick slid in fractionally, until the fattest part of his head was poised at John's ring; the stretching sensation was almost painful, but the warm glow made it all okay. Better than okay. He groaned in need. "Anyone's..."
"That's right. Not so nice after all, are you boy?"
"No Sir!" John would've agreed to anything as long as Derrick's fatty kept sliding up his chute like that. As he slid deeper he hit John's prostate, and the cop let out a long groan that didn't stop until Derrick's pubes were grinding into his ass. "Uh huh!" he sobbed.
"Tell them again what you want? What a secret slut like you always wants?"
John looked into the camera. "I want a good fucking Sir!" God, did he. "All the cock I can get!" Memories of the post-break house orgy came back to him, and how hot that'd been. Even with Derrick fucking him on the regular, and him and Dave doing each other, he'd still jerked off over that night for weeks after, remembering how he'd sucked Derrick off in front of them all. "Any of you," he said. Goosebumps ran over him as he did, wondering if he'd signed up for something he hadn't planned on.
Derrick felt a sense of satisfaction as the buff bottom spoke. Those government assholes could doubt all they wanted, but he knew that even with the original conversion dose the campus cop would never have offered himself up to a bunch of strangers like that. Not without the chemically-assisted conditioning program pushing him to grow his kink in the direction Derrick wanted. These two would never be as submissive as Greg--he missed that red-headed fucker--but they were a couple of full-fledged cockhounds now, and that was good enough for him. He ran his hands over the muscled back of the guy he was about to breed (again), admiring the slut he'd made his own from his bubble butt up to his broad shoulders. The little wings quivered as the cop squirmed under his teasing touch, the motion extending to his guts where his warm hole twitched and clenched. Derrick loved edging himself like this, balls-deep in one of the bottoms and seeing how long he could hold out before the urge to fuck took over. Sometimes it was their begging that did it, and sometimes just the pure physical sensation of a muscular ass wrapped around his dick; tonight it was going to be the ass, he thought. Not that it wasn't hot as fuck hearing the cop pretty much give Derrick a free pass to turn him out to anyone in the audience who was interested. Derrick could picture him on all fours, a series of cocks in his mouth as Derrick took him from behind...he realized he'd started pumping the stud's ass at the thought. Fuck it, he was done waiting. He picked up his pace, beginning a nice slow long-dicking that made his whole shaft feel good. "Mmmm, yeah..." he muttered.
He glanced to his right and saw his other piece of ass staring at them, and his mouth quirked up in a grin. He was going to miss that one come graduation for sure. John was a classic slut with a thing for showing off, but not many guys got into being edged like big Dave did. It was his kink that had showed Derrick how totally hot it was to have a sexy-as-fuck stud reduced to a pile of quivering jelly; he was more like Greg than he knew. But Greg had a boyish softness that made his submission a little less challenging-feeling. Dave on the other hand--the night he'd broken in the big Viking he sensed he was going to have a fun ride with that one, and his instincts had been right. He'd beat off more than once replaying one of their scenarios or another. Soon, he mouthed to the big blond. Dave narrowed his eyes and began grinding his ass more vigorously, and something between a growl and a moan came out from his jock-stuffed mouth. Derrick tapped his wrist to bump up the stroke length on the Mark 4, and watched long enough to see Dave's deep-red shaft jerk and dribble. Perfect.
But right now he had more urgent needs. Like the need to get off. Their community relations officer had learned to bottom like a champ a long time ago, and the way he was milking Derrick's dick was pure heaven. And those noises he was making--hot as hell. Derrick hoped the guys watching this were as turned on as he was; John wasn't as loud as Dave, but he let you know what he liked. And he sure liked this. Derrick paused his long strokes then rammed in all the way, hard enough to bump balls, and was rewarded with an ecstatic yelp from the bottom. Time for some power fucking.
"Take it slut," he grunted. He gripped the cop's broad shoulders and started jack hammering, rising up on his toes a bit at the end to pound the horny bottom's magic button. Even a couple of months ago the cop might've had trouble taking much of this, but now it got him begging for more. Which was a good thing, because each time Derrick slammed into those tight glutes it sent a shock through his groin that merged with the pleasure coming from his dick, and there was no way he was going to stop this close to getting off.
"Unnnhhh," he gasped, "so tight...such a good boy..." He started to tremble as he felt his orgasm approaching. "Good boy...ahhhh...."
"Yes Sir," John panted, "breed my ass. Your cock feels so good! Make me come for you pleeease!" With the last whine his ring gripped Derrick even tighter, milking the shaft inside it for all he was worth while he wriggled his hips against Derrick's thrusting.
Derrick had planned to give the muscle bottom a reach-around--it was fun coming at the same time if it worked out--but that ass-wiggle blew his plans to hell. It was sexy as fuck to see, but the added friction as his sensitive head slid back inside pushed him over the edge. He gave a surprised "UNH!" and then he was painting the inside of that meaty ass. Feeling him come, John ground back as hard as he could, desperate to nut himself. Well he was going to have to manage it hands-free (which he sometimes did), or wait a minute: Derrick's dick felt too fucking good at the moment to be interrupted. "Unh! Unh!! UNHH!!!" With each blast of cum he slammed into John's ass hard enough to lift him up on his toes briefly. The little wings shook violently, threatening to come off.
"Yes! More! Ahhh!" the dark-hared jock pleaded; he sounded really close. Desperately close.
Derrick was still wrapped up in the sensations coming from his dick though. Warm, silky-slick friction all along his shaft and the hyper-sensitive ridge and head that was still pulsing as it spat one last time. "Oh fuck yeaah..." he groaned, and punched into the hole one last time before shuddering to a stop. "Fuckin' sweet hole...you're such a good lay, Nice Boy," he panted. Letting go of the shoulders he slid his hands down the muscled back, now lightly coated in sweat, and around to the front until his fingers were playing with the jock's trimmed curlies. "Such a good boy," he said, and slid his hands through the dense bush until his fingers could tickle the shaved balls pulled up tight below. They were slick with precum like he'd expected, and John groaned wordlessly when he played with them. Derrick rocked his hips against John's, still hard inside him. "I think it's time for you to come for me. You want that?"
"Yeeesss!" John said fiercely. "Fuck me Sir!"
Derrick slid his palms up and down, pressing around the base of the rigid shaft but not touching it. Not quite yet. He checked to the right, and sure enough Dave's gaze was locked on them both. Imagining what John was feeling, Derrick was sure, and wishing it was him. Well he'd get his soon enough. "Should I fuck him, Naughty Boy? You wanna see him shoot his load?"
Dave nodded vigorously and made a muffled "mmhmmph" around the jock in his mouth. If he hadn't been cuffed to the chair he would've been on his knees, ready to guzzle the cop's load.
"Yeah, thought so," Derrick said. "Okay Nice Boy, show all those guys how much you like getting fucked." He wrapped his hand lightly around the base of the bottom's shaft, so hard and wet and warm in his grip, and began rocking in and out of that slick hole; his orgasm was recent enough it still felt good. His right hand crept up the slimey shaft, and John trembled the moment his fingers grazed the head. A generous glob of cum leaked out, providing natural lube, and Derrick suddenly tightened his grip and twisted. The muscular cop bellowed at the sudden explosion of sensation in his most sensitive area, and and his ass clamped down. Derrick began jacking for real, the slick friction of his fingers timed to match the jets launching from the cock in his grip, and John's voice rose an octave as he shrieked in pleasure. The first jet went so far Derrick thought he might hit the camera, so he quickly angled the dick to the right as he pumped; the next two jets had no problem hitting Dave on the chest and thighs. Two more made it almost to Dave's feet, and then what felt like a never-ending stream of semen poured over Derrick's fingers as he kept jacking.
"Uhhhnnnn...God yes," John groaned as his hips slowed their thrusting and he caught his breath. "Thank you Sir." He twitched as Derrick's palm slid over his cock head one last time.
"Mmmm...good boy," Derrick murmured, then began cleaning his gooey fingers. All the Program guys were happy swallowing a load, but as far as he knew only Aaron liked the taste as much as he did; Jamie and his lab rats had never figured out why, anymore than they knew why some guys weren't affected by the little white pills. Their loss, he thought as he savored the last drops.
Hand clean, he slid out of the "angel's" well-used ass, pleased to feel John clenching as he withdrew to hold him in a little longer. He really was a good lay, Derrick thought as he began undoing the straps. When he was done he gave John a light push towards the devil-masked stud in the chair. "Naughty Boy over there loved the taste of your jock; why don't you let him clean you up."
Dave nodded enthusiastically as John staggered over to him. His balls were aching with the need to come, but that didn't mean he'd turn down Derrick's sloppy seconds. His throat wasn't where he needed a cock, but he'd take what he could get.
That toy of Derrick's was pretty amazing though, he had to admit. Derrick had used him as a guinea pig for some sort of butt plug a while back, had him keep it in all day while he went to class, and the thing had kept him hard and leaking the whole time. He'd had to skip the gym workout: no way to hide his bulge in a pair of shorts. Instead he'd gone straight back to the house and begged Derrick for a good fucking. Bastard had made him do it naked on his knees, asshole throbbing from the toy's stimulation, before he'd finally relented and given him some D. It'd been totally hot.
This new thing had the same sort of tingling and buzzing sensations the other one did, as well as the ability to squirm around inside his guts as though someone with massively long fingers was working over his hole. But it was also mounted on a little stand that let it thrust like the real thing--if the guy fucking him had been able to keep at it forever without busting a nut or letting him get his. And it was big too, now that it'd inflated: Dave could feel the fat head as it travelled in and out. If it'd ever speed up he'd come quick, but of course it never did. It even backed off when he tried riding it harder, so all his squirming did was make him even more frustrated; the trail of clear liquid running down his shaft was evidence of that. He let out a little high-pitched grunt as once again his grinding hips failed to get the shaft any deeper, and then another one of satisfaction as the cop pulled the jock out of his mouth and replaced it with his sloppy dick. He'd started to soften up a bit, so Dave was able to get the fat head and shaft into his mouth pretty easily, but he was still sensitive enough to suck in his breath and twitch as Dave tongued him clean, nose buried in his thick black pubes. The musky smell just made Dave hungry for more, and he shook his head from side to side and growled as he swallowed the angel's meat. Maybe he'd get lucky and the two of them would spit-roast him, he thought; the idea of a cock in each end made him harder than ever, and he increased his suction. John usually recovered pretty quickly after he came, especially if it was after one of Derrick's enforced dry spells, so Dave was hopeful he'd get what he wanted.
"Uh uh, naughty naughty boy," Derrick teased, and pushed John's crotch out of Dave's reach; the ex-football player growled in frustration. "Nice Boy got his; he's gotta wait a while before he goes again. Let's get you going, huh?" Derrick tapped his watch and looked down in anticipation.
The probe in Dave's ass swelled significantly. "Oh fuck," he gasped. The thing was right at the edge of what he could take comfortably, and when it slid in and out of his hole he felt fucking _everything. And now random tingling sensations were racing over its surface, tickling his guts, and every now and then--"Oh, pleeeaaase!" he groaned--the tingling and thrusting came together over his prostate with a feeling that was so pleasurable it almost hurt. "Please Sir! I can't take this! Please, please let me come!!" Dave jerked helplessly as his prostate got prodded again. "God, I've never--" he gasped, "oh God, PLEASE!!" He began frantically trying to move in the chair, either to escape or impale himself further, anything to give that sharp warmth in his ass the last bit it needed to get him off. He knew he could do it hands-free, if there was just a little bit more...he was so goddamn close! "Anything Sir, anything you want, I'll do it!" He knew Derrick would hold him to that too, sometime over the next days or weeks; just the thought of it would keep him hard for hours. In all his high-school jackoff fantasies he'd never imagined how hot another guy would be able to get him.
Derrick leaned over his shoulder and nipped his ear. "Anything, huh?" he growled, "No matter how nasty?"
"Yes Sir," Dave moaned, then yelped again as his prostate got another jolt. His dick was a deep reddish-purple, and his balls ached with the need to empty.
"Hm," Derrick said. But Dave knew that tone: it was a "yes." Thank God. "Okay. But remember, you've got witnesses." He nodded at the camera. "I'm gonna hold you to that, Naughty Boy." He rolled one nipple between his fingers and Dave pressed his chest into the touch.
"Yes," Dave panted. He looked into the camera. "I promise."
"Good. Nice Boy!" he barked. John had been watching their exchange, cock swelling at Dave's display, and he'd started absent-mindedly playing with himself. He jumped when Derrick called him. "Get the black pouch out of that box over there." He jerked his head. "Yeah, that one."
Dave only half paid attention as this happened: Derrick hadn't backed off on the stim one bit, and it was hard to think with his whole body so close to orgasm. He was getting sensitive everywhere like often did when Derrick edged him for a long time, and even the chair rubbing on his ass and back felt good. Not as good as that fat plug working his hole over though...he moaned in pleasure again, then jerked as Derrick's lips grazed the tip of his cock, just enough to suck up the latest blob of precum.
"I think you're getting a little too close," the mask-clad jock said, "Let's make sure you can last a while." He fiddled with the Apple watch, and the tingling in Dave's ass decreased a bit. The dildo didn't shrink any though, and it didn't stop pumping in and out. It was still making Dave crazy, but he wasn't going to come from a stray breeze. Which just increased his frustration, especially since he could see how hard the other two were: at least they'd gotten off.
"Time for fun," Derrick said, and held up the bag's contents: it was a black rod, maybe 8" long or so, contoured with a grip, and topped by a smooth sphere an inch or two across. "Did you know they sell these at Target? Right by the fuckin' birth control. 'Personal Massagers,' aisle 12. Right next to the lube too." Which apparently he'd also bought, because he popped open a fresh bottle (KY, not one of his special blends) and drizzled it over the tip. He hit a button on the base and it started humming; Dave could see the spherical tip buzzing. Derrick ran it up and down his own hard-on a few times, twitching when it hit his glans. "Oh yeah," he sighed, "you're gonna like this, Naughty Boy." He leaned over and started working it over John's smooth balls. "You think he will, Nice Boy?"
John's cock jumped at the touch. "Yeah. Unh!" Derrick had grazed his swollen head. "Yeah he will."
Dave licked his lips: this was a new toy, and he wasn't sure how long he'd last when Derrick started using it. Not too long he hoped.
Derrick leaned over and whispered in John's ear for a few seconds. The angel with a hard-on nodded, then he circled around the chair to stand behind Dave. But that wasn't really what was on the big jock's mind: it was the wolfish smile Derrick had as he knelt at Dave's side with the buzzing wand in one hand. The camera had a clear view as Derrick touched the head to the base of his cock; his whole body jumped, and he sucked in his breath. For a second that buzzing had gone right through his groin, and he knew if Derrick hadn't dialed back the dildo he'd have shot his wad.
"So you do like that, huh?" Derrick asked rhetorically.
"Uh huh," Dave said weakly; it was all he could manage to hold his head up. His whole body was awake to every touch now, and when John leaned over and began rubbing his hands over his lightly-furred pecs Dave let out a long groan. It didn't help that the cops hard-on was tapping the back of his neck: the thought of that leaking head so close but out of touch was another source of frustration.
The dildo took another long slow slide back up into his ass as John's fingers found his nips and began squeezing and rolling them. This time Derrick didn't leave the wand on him briefly; instead, he began working it slowly up and down his shaft, from the base to just below the head, never quite touching the sensitive ridge. It wasn't enough, but it was way too much. "Oh Gooooood," he groaned, "pleeeeeaase!" He was barely able to form a coherent thought with all the sensations flooding his body, and his head flopped back. "I can't...aaaahuuuunnnhhh...it's too--it's too..." The dildo thrust in again, tingling as it tickled his prostate. "AAAAAHHHNNNN!!" He rolled his head from side to side, his whole body on fire. John's hands were rubbing his torso and pinching his nips, and he'd gotten down and knelt behind Dave. When the big blond's head flopped to one side John's tongue traced its way up the muscle, warm and wet, until his teeth nipped Dave's ear; the big jock sobbed wordlessly. "More, please more!! I can't take it any more Sir! I'm begging you--aaahhh! PLEASE LET ME COME!!" His balls were pulled up tight, tingling on the edge of release, but the other two still wouldn't give him the last bit he needed. "Anything!! I swear! You can fuck me anytime you want! I'll suck you anytime you want! PLEASE!!"
"Anytime?" Derrick asked. He pressed the buzzer more firmly against Dave's balls, and the big blond yipped with pleasure.
"Yes Sir!" Dave nodded quickly, "Anytime!!"
"Good. You're a hot little fucker and you've got me good and horny. I need my dick sucked." Derrick turned the wand off and set it down, then stood up: he was hard and leaking heavily, and from the way the precum was smeared he'd been jacking himself. Dave leaned forward eagerly and took the shaft in his mouth; he was still desperate to come, but he knew making Derrick happy was the way to make that happen. And that wet cock tasted so damn good...
Derrick put one hand on the back of his head and started face fucking him slowly. John's hands were still moving over his torso, while the cop's lips and tongue were moving over his shoulders and the back of his neck, sending shivers through Dave's body. "Mmmmmmpph..." He closed his eyes and let out a muffled groan as Derrick's swollen head slid down his throat.
"That's it, big boy," Derrick muttered hoarsely, "just like that. Fuck yeah..." Despite coming twice already his cock was rock hard and his balls were pulled up tight against Dave's chin. His hand briefly let go of Dave's masked head before both of them were in place again, gripping his skull tightly. At the same time Dave felt the dildo swell further and begin pumping faster; he tried to cry out, but Derrick had filled his mouth and throat, crushing Dave's face against his pubes, and all the big blond could do was make some indistinct muffled noises as he squirmed frantically. His cock was aching with the need to come--his whole body was--and he frantically worked his mouth over Derrick's flesh in a frenzy of lust. John's hands slid lower, and one held the base of his shaft steady so the other's fingertip could tickle his frenum just below the piss slit. He gasped and squirmed, the chair creaking ominously as his muscles bulged, but it held and he couldn't escape. John adjusted the grip on his lower hand so two fingers could tease his balls on top of everything else, and Derrick sobbed as he tried to keep up with the face fucking he was getting.
His efforts had a noticeable effect: Derrick let out a brief grunt of pleasure and began pumping his hips, and the rich taste of precum mixed with the drool coating Dave's tongue. "Shit you give good head," Derrick panted, "gonna shoot that load down your throat real soon Naughty Boy. You want that?"
"NNNNNGH!!" Dave agreed enthusiastically. He was so close himself! Please God, he thought, let me get off soon! He thought his prayers might've been answered when John dragged his fingertip across his piss slit, but it wasn't quite enough and all that happened (except for a frustrated shriek) was for another dribble of juice to run down his aching shaft.
"Almost there boy, keep suckin'," Derrick panted, and started face fucking him vigorously.
Dave hungrily sucked his rigid pole, paying no attention to the drool running down his chin: his entire body was quivering in pleasure, and the cock filling his mouth was part of it all. The only way it could've been better would've been a real one filling his ass at the same time. If it were as big as that magic probe was now, anyway. He moaned as it slid over his prostate again, frantically working his mouth over the rigid head of Derrick's cock and tonguing the piss slit; fresh nectar spilled out and he felt it swell.
"Aw FUCK!" Derrick bellowed, and the first salty jet coated Dave's eager tongue. He struggled to keep his mouth wrapped around the pulsing tube, but Derrick had pulled out and grabbed hold of himself, jacking off onto Dave's face and neck.
He barely had time to notice the sensation of warm cum running down his chin though, because as soon as Derrick's shaft slid from his mouth John's right hand wrapped around his cock and began stroking. It was well-coated with natural lube by this time, and the moment his slick grip passed over Dave's fat head he screamed and started coming. He was beyond words at this point; the outside world barely existed. There was nothing but the near-agonizing pleasure that began deep in his ass and burst from his exploding cock as the magic dildo went into overdrive on his hole and John's muscular grip stroked him over and over. The smell and taste of fresh cum were all part of it, as well as the feel of John's body touching his, but mainly it was all about the action below his waist. He had no idea how far he was shooting, but he wouldn't've been surprised if someone had told him he'd hit the ceiling, he was coming that hard--he could literally feel each jet as it launched up the length of his dick. "OH GOD!!" he finally managed to say, and he meant it. Derrick could do anything he wanted if Dave could experience an orgasm that intense again. He spasmed again, three or four more times, before awareness slowly seeped back in and his vision returned.
"Oh gaaaawd," he groaned again, weakly. He was still squirming with pleasure as John's firm grip milked the last of the cum out of him. He would've said more, but Derrick was pushing his sloppy junk in his face, where Dave was more than happy to start cleaning it up. Most of the dom's load had ended up on him, but there was enough juice on his dick to make it worth the effort. He closed his eyes and made a happy rumbling noise in his throat as Derrick slowly pumped his hips. The scent of male sex filled Dave's nostrils, cock and sweat and cum, and he gave out a long "mmmmm..." of satisfaction as he finished what he'd started. His whole body felt wrung out, and he was barely able to hold his head up as Derrick fed him his sloppy cock, but he didn't care. This was what mind-blowing sex was supposed to be like; he'd be back for more as soon as he could.
Derrick looked down on the sweat-drenched Viking with satisfaction: the night had gone even better than he'd hoped. He couldn't be 100% sure with the mask in place of course, but he was willing to bet the blond stud had a well-fucked look on his face. The jet of cum he'd launched high enough to hit Derrick's balls and thighs said he'd gotten the orgasm he wanted, and his head sagged like someone whose brain had been well and truly scrambled. Derrick had no doubt the muscle stud would keep his promise to let Derrick fuck him anytime he wanted, and he looked forward to taking him up on it.
As for his other boy toy...the way John was caressing and licking Dave's body, smearing his cum into his pubes chest hair, said he was still horny as fuck. Derrick leaned forward a bit to look over Dave's shoulder--yep, the cop was hard as a rock again. Good. The night was still young, and it wouldn't hurt to put the horny fucker through another round of conditioning. Just for research purposes, of course. He sighed in satisfaction; one of Ollo's blue pill variants meant he had a couple more rounds in him tonight, but after his third orgasm it wouldn't be right away. And his dick was getting a little sensitive anyway. Time to wrap this show up.
He pulled out of Dave's mouth and wiped his dick off on the big guy's cheek, just to remind him who was boss. Dave turned his head and kissed the glans...yeah, he knew. "Okay boys, nice job. Time to say goodnight to everyone watching." He turned slightly and waved to the camera. "'Night everyone. Hope we gotcha off good. DM me with ideas if you want another show, and don't forget to tip my sluts." He walked behind the camera. "Say goodnight Nice Boy."
John licked two of his fingers and shot the camera a look that would've gotten Derrick hard in an instant if he wasn't still recovering. What a slut he'd turned into, Derrick thought. "'Night everyone. See you soon." He went back to nuzzling Dave's neck.
"Say goodnight Naughty Boy. If you can."
"Shiiit..." Dave said weakly, "barely. Fuckin' A. 'Night yo." He nodded weakly.
With that Derrick turned off the camera. Time for a bit of cleanup, and then the could continue with a private session. He hoped his coworkers had enjoyed his lab work as much as he had.